-Can you keep a secret? I sighed. It's not my forte. But I did not want to lose Amy's trust. So I nodded. - I see spirits. - Really? - I saw one going up to my son's room last night. - A spirit? It could have been anyone. How do you know it's a spirit? - No one was there in the house. And would you believe, he woke up with fever. Amy looked troubled. - Stay with us tonight. I feel scared. I had errands to run. And there was a coffee meet with a friend. But I could not say no to her. When I walked into Amy's house it seemed like any other house. Double storied, normal, not where you would find spirits lurking. We had dinner and I decided to use the living room as I wanted to read. Amy's son seemed better today and chatted a bit. I was amid a mystery. A soldier lost in battle, presumed dead by his family. The son is in distress, being bullied by his friends, cornered, and suddenly appears the father. In uniform. I feel strange. The story, Amy's s